They try to tell us we're too young, Too young to really be in love, They say that love's a word, A word we've only heard, But can't begin to know the meaning of! And yet, we're not too young to know, This love will last though years may go . . . And then, someday they may recall, That we were not too young at all! And yet, we're not too young to know, This love will last though years may go . . . And then, someday they may recall, We were not too young at all! Music by Sydney Lippman and lyrics by Sylvia Dee, 1951 Arranged by O.B. Masingill